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In differences so mighty. If she be
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
Hel. That you are well restor’d, my lord, I'm glad :
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
nobler thoughts most base, is now
King. Take her by the hand,
Ber. I take her hand.
King. Good fortune, and the favour of the king,
Was in my
S CE N E VII.
Manent Parolles and Lafeu. Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you. Pär. Your pleasure, sir. Laf. Your lord and inafter did well to make his recantation.
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Par. Recantation? my lord? my master ?
Par. A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master ?
Laf. Are you companion to the count Roufillon ?
Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is of another style.
Par. You are too old, fir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
Laf. I must tell thee, firrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee.
Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didft make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not : yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou’rt scarce worth. Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon
Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity,
Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple.
Par. Well, I shall be wiser
Laf. Ev'n as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o'th' contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say on thy defaults he is a man I know.
Par. My lord, you do me most infupportable vexation.
Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal.
[Exit. Par. Well, thou hast a fon shall take this disgrace off me; fcurvy, old, filthy, fcurvy lord: well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his age that I would have of I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
Reenter Lafeu. Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married, there's news for you : you have a new mistress.
Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs: he, my good lord, whom I serve above is my master.
Laf. Who? god ?
Laf. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o'this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves? do other servants so? thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee : ‘methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think, thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
Laf. Go to, fir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller : you are more faucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. .
À ------ eternal: for doing I am past, as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
[Exit. Par. Well, &c.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Ber. Although before the solemn priest I've sworn,
Par. What? what, sweet heart?
Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me: I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
Par. France is a doghole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot: to th' wars !
Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the import is, I know not yet.
Par. Ay, that would be known: to th’ wars, my boy, to
Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house,
Par. Will this caprichio hold in thee, art sure?